Calling me at home
The life that you want to live
And as the story goes
We are growing dead and cold
Id like to say I do
But ill never ever love you
You hold me in your arms
But I don’t feel the same
Id like to take the blame
But its not all on me
Stop driving me insane
With your feelings of love
I think the only way
Is to run far away from me
But I don’t really care
Cause I am weak
You try so hard not to lose your faith
You find yourself on a crossroad
Where everything is in conflict in your head
And you know you cant go on like this
When the sun comes out you don’t feel alive
And the people that walk around are faceless
No one really cares where your coming from
Another life that’s lost…Another life that’s lost…
I look into your eyes and see the skies of blue,
Your hair is long and black and your smile is something new,
I’m standing here singing on this desert dune,
Thinking of all the time I spent looking for you.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.
My mornings are so beautiful when I dream of you,
I’m holding your hand and walking down this path for you,
The light that shows me the way is brightened by you,
The darkness is gone and the world is something new.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter where I go.
The bright sun will always shine on my face,
No matter if I call this place my home.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
She came and went like the whisper that is never heard…You would hope things were different but that day of silence will never be heard. When it is around you have nothing to say but as soon as it is gone you think of that day.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
Like a short story that leaves a mark but you cannot read it from the start. Like a fruit that tastes so sweet you wished you would find another. Like those moments of your childhood that are stuck in your head. Like a grape that is bitter and sweet.
Say goodbye to Jane,
She will never ever come again,
Say goodbye to Jane,
I don’t know why she lost her way.
Like the last breath before you take the long sleep. I will remember her.
I stood by the creek dancing to the water in my head as it dances. The cool breeze of this quiet evening brushing over my skin. So much as a stone thrown by a child makes it dance. With such disturbance it takes into itself and lets out so gracefully. So if I am the stone thrown into the water let her take me into her arms so gracefully. Let her beauty and passion consumer me and take me away with her. So that I too may see the world in its glory and the colors that lift my spirit away into a painting.
Like the humming bird that drinks from the flower….Let me drink from you.
How does it feel to be stoned when the early morning light shines upon your face….feelings that are relived in the memories set in your mind…hoping to change them just for a second so that you might have done something you wanted…something you want to do even now
So that I may have kissed her before she left….kissed her I have but only in my thoughts….
The moments I treasure that have not yet come to pass…
But every time I get close she disappears into the mist…and the wind rushes her hair across my face as her image fades from my stare….Ohh!! How I wish she was back
As we sit in the train and light comes in from the window shining upon her face….and she smiles…and her eyes glow up like beacons in the night….and the grass grows green filled with children who sing…where has my merry one gone
and I twist and turn but nothing I’ve learned as I slumber without her warmth….and I ask myself when day comes night…How does it feel to be stoned in the early morning light?
Roads Lyrics
Portishead
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Storm,
In the morning light,
I feel,
No more can I say,
Frozen to myself.
I got nobody on my side,
And surely that ain’t right,
Surely that ain’t right.
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
How can it feel this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
Oh, can’t anybody see,
We’ve got a war to fight,
Never found our way,
Regardless of what they say.
How can it feel, this wrong,
From this moment,
How can it feel, this wrong.
My heart is broken (Art Work). Done for a very dear friend of mine who inspires me every day.
Light shines in the darkest of places…
In my broken heart there is a gentle spark that shines steadfast…
Only to enlighten the world when it flames…
But my heart is still broken…
I AM BROKEN.
My heart is still broken…
Another day I wake up as the sunlight hits my face only to crawl to the bottle of spirit by my bed. I swallow so quickly as my body stumbles to breath as the cold liquor flows down my chin onto the floor. I see the sunlight now through the tears in my eyes. Tears my body has cried to contain the memories of her soft voice. I call out to her gently but hear no reply. The songs that were playing in my head over and over again calling for her and only her, bringing back her memories and thoughts to me.
What happens when you cannot tell dream from reality, when you cannot say you are awake or asleep. You know you have lost your sanity when all you can think of is fading away into nothingness. Is it love that drives us to these feelings?
Love is an emotion that means so much but is not worth anything in this world. So many have cried tears for this emotion the rivers appear like a drop on your cheek. Yet the world has ripped love into shreds and left it nothing but the word. What have we done to our humanity?
What have we done to our humanity? We are so blind we can’t even see what we have done to ourselves. We have ravaged our most beloved emotion into nothing but a word. The stories of the lovers are now just fairy tales that amuse us but fail to inspire.
“Oh!!! Shame” they say.
“Shame” say the lovers to us as they watch from beyond the heavens.
They say “Shame on those who have left our legacy to amusement”.
They say “Shame on those who have turned us into stories”.
They say “Stories that have turned us into tales”.
One day those tales shall be no more. What have we done to love?
People live long lives and one day die. Where would you like to be buried. I have heard that the souls live on inside the grave. There grows life around your resting place. Imagine a soul so cruel life only seems to cease around them. The grave so corrupt it kills everything that it consumes.
Imagine a world where life was different. Where bad was good and good was bad. A soul so deserved to live around life consumes it for all the good it has done. Life gone and forgotten as the place around our graves would become uninhabited.
Embrace what life brings because when the end comes you need to be sure that you are remembered in peoples hearts as a good man and live immortal in the hearts of all. Immortality not by living forever but by being remembered by all other souls.
…And so I bring to you My Grave by the muddy bank.
We sat quiet for a while not talking to each other. Watching the wind blow the leaves away into the frost winter snow. Things were as white as the first rays of sunlight that brought me warmth in the morning. I looked at her quietly and smiled. She did the same as I closed my eyes and thought of somewhere to go.
We stood there by the beach now. Walking sands as bright as gold as cold salt water rushed between our feet. I held her hand and we walked by the shore watching the sea turn to sky in a distance. The boats floating by and the clouds as steady as rock on the table. The sunlight making our worlds brighten with its quiet laughter. I opened my eyes again.
I saw her disappearing into the snowy mist of this cold winter morning. My lips move slowly calling her name but she was too far away to hear.
We closed our eyes and got closer. Gently taking ourselves in warm embrace. Her lips brushed against mine and our eyes close slowly. Our minds leaving behind everything in this world and our hearts only thinking pure.
I wait for her sweet kiss but it does not come. I wait but she does not say anything to me. Then my mind flies off wondering and dreaming of all the wrongs that could have happened. Wondering why she could not want it as much as me.
So I opened my eyes and she was still there smiling back at me. I asked her why she did not kiss my ever so sweet.
Did she not want to?
She said she did…So I asked er why I could not feel her soft tender kiss……Why I could no feel her soft tender kiss….Why….
I close my eyes and look to the sky
Letting the sun shine on my face
The warmth of it all in sweet embrace
You hold my hand and let me whisper words
Of quiet and tender loving hurt
As I leap into the blues of earth
The cold rushes in to shadow my birth
So I jumped into the clear blue sky on earth and the water consumed my warmth. As I breathe in the cold my lungs suffer to smell the air. All my life is taken into consideration as it flashes in my mind till my heart stops and soon I shall suffer not.
…so that I may step outside and try to feel you through the wind and these distances shall be overcome…when countries break borders and let us in and the sky and earth shall become kin.
…And she said
your words are beautiful
…And I said
the beautiful brunette that hides behind a picture.
My words are inspiration and without inspiration I am nothing.
You are the one who inspires me…
…And she said
you are quite the poet
…And I said
you are quiet an inspiration
So she became my poetry…my inspiration…as her beauty slowly flowed into my words.
